Lydia: Fine. Yes. Percentage-wise, it's marginally improved. And congratulations Todd, but blue is our brand. Over in Europe, it's what our buyers pay top dollar for. If we're down a bit of impurity from the Heisenberg days, maybe they'll let us slide on that. Not if it's not blue.

Jesse: You guys need evidence to put him away, only he's too smart to leave any out there, right?

Gomez: So you say.

Jesse: Well, I know some evidence that greedy asshole would never destroy.

Hank: His money.

Gomez: You know where he keeps his money?

Jesse: No, but I know someone who might.

*Gomez walks into Hank's house carrying a brown paper bag*

Hank: Gomie, hey, how'd it go?

Gomez: Trailed him to the dog house, picked him up there. Seemed to be looking for someone, had a lot of questions.

Hank: No calls though, right? You got his phone?

*Gomez hands Hank Huell's cell phone*

Hank: He's on ice?

Gomez: Safe house off Vurybravo. We got Van Oster sitting him.

Hank: Yeah, what about Van Oster, did he have any questions?

Gomez: Probably, but he knows better than to ask.

Hank: Good job.

Gomez: I'm gonna tell you this upfront, Hank. This guy decides that he wants to lawyer up? I don't care if you are my boss, I'm gonna put a stop to this.

Hank: He won't lawyer up.

*Hank reaches into the brown paper bag Gomez brought in and takes out a package of brains. He looks around the room and opens the package, then drops it on the floor. Jesse stands up, grossed out*

Jesse: What the hell, man?

*Hank reaches down and grabs half the brain off the ground. He then grabs the container the brains were in and pours some blood over the brains on the ground. He rearranges the brains*

Hank: You're up.

*There's a knock at the door. Van Oster gets up and opens it*

Hank: Hey, there. Wanna take it outside for a minute.

Van Oster: Yes sir, you got it.

Hank: Thanks.

*Hank and Gomez walk inside as Van Oster leaves*

Hank: Huell Babineaux. Know who I am? I'll take that as a yes. Thanks for your patience.

*Hank sits down across from Huell*

Hank: As, uh, Agent Gomez said, you're not under arrest.

Huell: Why am I here?

Hank: Well, you're here, umm, for your own protection.

Huell: How you figure that?

Hank: Well, we all know how dangerous my brother-in-law can be.

*Huell is unresponsive*

Hank: Nice poker face. Look, relax, there's not much new you can tell me about Walter White. Multiple murders, ties to white power prison gangs, ran the largest meth racket in the entire southwest. I'm not asking, you're not answering, whoop dee doo. Let's cut to the chase. We have a wire on Walt's phone. We intercepted a call between him and a certain Saul Goodman Esquire. You know, your employer. Anyway, in the call, Walt said that he was going to, quote, “Take care of one Jesse Pinkman,” unquote, and that you were next on the hit list. That's why you're here.

Huell: Bullshit. That don't make no sense.

Hank: I got the recording, I can, I can let you hear it. Your associate, Goodman's fixer, *to Gomez* what's his name?

Hank: Yeah, Walt said that he was gonna do this Kuby guy the same way he does you. In fact, Kuby's already “missing." Sorry to say, things are looking grim for your red-headed buddy. Believe us, don't believe us, suit yourself. Whatever you do, I would not call Goodman. He sold you down the river big time.

Huell: The hell are you talkin' about?

Gomez: Oh, don't take it personally. Goodman's an excellent chopping block if he doesn't do what White says.

Hank: And to be fair, your circus clown of a boss did try to spare you for all of, what, about fifteen seconds before he decided to help Walt track you down. See, Goodman's got a trace on your phone, and as soon as you call him, Walt's gonna find out where you're hiding out and it's just a matter of time before you end up like this.

Huell: Oh, man! Oh, man, I swear to God I ain't know he was gon' kill him, man! I ain't know he was gonna kill him! I didn't know!

Hank: Relax.

Huell: I didn't know he was gonna kill him.

Hank: If you did, you'd be in lockup for conspiracy to commit murder instead of here under our protection.

Gomez: So just tell us everything you know about White so we can get him before he gets you.

Huell: Why would he wanna kill me? I ain't do nothing to him.

Hank: Who knows with this guy. From what he said to Goodman, it may have something to do with him trying to tie up loose ends regarding him poisoning some kid named Brock. Or maybe...it's because you know where his money is.

Huell: I don't know where his money is.

Gomez: That ain't what we heard.

Huell: Well, you ain't listen to the people in the know. Me and Kuby rented a van for the dude, loaded his cash up in a self-storage unit, handed over the keys to him and Goodman, and who knows where he took it from there.

Hank: A van, huh? How much money we talkin'?

Huell: Seven barrels worth.

Hank: Seven barrels?

*Huell nods*

Hank: When you say “barrels,” you mean...barrels barrels? Like...

Huell: Barrels, man. You know, plastic, black, fifty-five gallon type. I got 'em at Home Depot. Filled up every last damn one of 'em too.

Hank: And uh, where did you rent the van?

Huell: Larriot. The one on Candlearia and Monroe?

Hank: *to Gomez* Larriot. Candlearia?

Huell: Yeah! Kuby rented the van, Mr. White dropped it off. He had us wash it good before Kuby took it back.

Hank: Wash the rental? Why?

Huell: It was filthy, man, like he'd went off-road with it. After we had hosed it down, he grabbed a shovel out the back, handed over the keys, and that was it, that's all I know.

Hank: Alright, Mr. Babineaux. Agent Gomez and I are going to do everything we can to find this son of a bitch. Meantime, like I said, you're free to go. But if I were you, I wouldn't take one step out that door.

Gomez: And remember, no phone calls.

Hank: Oh, I almost forgot. I took the liberty of removing the battery so Walt can't track you by GPS. Don't put that back in. Agent Van Oster will stay here with you, you're in good hands. He's our best man with a gun. However, don't discuss the case with him because the less you distract him, the better he can protect you.

Jack: Angry, non-rat. Got it. How angry we talkin', by the way, like, Hulk-angry, like Rambo, James Bond, badass individuals?

*Todd shakes his head while smiling*

Jack: *more seriously* Not something you'd do yourself, huh?

Walt: Jesse is like family to me. Look, I want what you do to be quick and painless. No suffering. No fear.

Jack: Bullet to the back of the head, something he doesn't see coming. I respect that. There's too many savages out there.

Walt: Let's just talk about the money.

Jack: I don't want your money. We want you to cook for us.

*Walt looks back at Todd in disbelief*

Walt: You know I'm out of the business?

Jack: Just a couple times, you're teaching my nephew here, that's all. Get him on track to bring the purity up. Get the color right too. Apparently that blue touch you put on it's all the craze to those Slavic types. So I'm told.

Walt: No. Absolutely not. Look, what was the price per head last time? I'll triple it.

Jack: It's a drop in the bucket compared to what we aim to earn from the blue stuff. Don't skimp up family, that's what I always say. You want us to do this job, do it right, that's the price.

Walt: One cook. After the job is done.

*Jack stands up and puts his hand out to shake Walt's. Walt stands up and shakes Jack's hand*

Walt: Time is of the essence, do you understand?

Jack: We could do it tonight if you want. Just tell me where he is.

Walt: I don't know where he is. But I know how to flush him out.

*Brock is sitting at the table eating breakfast while Andrea is packing his lunch*

Walt: I, I don't want to alarm you, but I've been trying to reach him for days. I stopped at his house, I've left all kinds of messages on his voicemail. And he won't return my calls, I can't find him anywhere. Have you heard from him?

Andrea: No, not since the last time he called to check on Brock. That was, I don't know, two weeks ago, maybe.

Walt: Andrea. Jesse's using again and I have a bad feeling about this.

Andrea: Have you tried calling the police?

*Walt looks away*

Andrea: Or umm, a better idea. Jesse's lawyer's name is Saul Goodman. I have his card somewhere, I mean, he may have ways of finding Jesse, you know, without getting him in trouble.

Walt: Better call Saul! Yeah, I did that. He was able to verify that Jesse's not locked up, but otherwise. Very little help. See, the thing is that Jesse and I had this argument recently and I, I won't bore you with the details, but uh. He's, he's-he's pretty upset with me. And umm, and I'm hoping that's the reason he hasn't called me back instead of him being...well.

Saul: Did you miss the part about my bodyguard has gone missing? Look, I had him watchin' the dog house figuring the kid might show up for a fix. Next thing I know, radio silence. You're the math whiz, add up two and two.

Walt: Jesse is not on some killing spree. It's me he wants. It's just me.

Saul: Well then where the hell's Huell?

*Walt goes back into the car wash*

Skyler: Any news?

Walt: Not yet, but soon. I promise.

Junior: *in background* Have an A1 day.

*Skyler walks over to Junior to continue teaching him what to do. Walt stands by the window surveying the area, holding his hand over his pocket. He looks over at his family*

Skyler: *to Junior* Ten pine-scented air fresheners. You mark ten under this column and then you subtract ten from the actual stock column, here. Okay? Why don't you try that.

Jesse: That big bastard who works for Goodman? I pistol-whipped that melon he calls a head 'til he gave up what he knew, which led me to your rental van, which it turns out had GPS. How do you like that, genius? Guess you didn't think of everything.

Walt: Look. Jesse, I don't know what you plan on doing here, but-

Jesse: Well, I'll give you a hint, Walt. It involves a couple five-gallon cans of gasoline and a lighter.

Walt: Nonononononono! Jesse, please. Listen to me.

Jesse: No, you listen to me, bitch! You get your ass out here as fast as you can.

Walt: Yes. I'm coming, okay? Okay!

Jesse: And don't even think about calling anyone for help, alright? You hang up on me, put me on hold, lose my call for any reason, as soon as you do I'm burning all of it. Alright, one big bonfire. You get the picture?

Walt: I get it, I get it. Okay.

Jesse: Alright, well you better hurry, 'cause I'm burning ten grand a minute until you get here. Starting right now.

Walt: Jesse. Jesse, please. I'm dying. My cancer is back. You're not hurting anyone but my family. Okay? I can't spend this money. It's not for me, I won't be around long enough to use it. It belongs to my children.

Walt: Yes, I am sorry about Brock! But he's alive, isn't he? He's fine, just as I planned it. Don't you think I knew exactly how much to give him? That I had it all measured out. Come on, don't you know me by now?

Jesse: I know you're a lying, evil scumbag. That's what I know. Manipulating people. Messing with their heads.

Walt: Open your eyes! Can't you see that I needed you on my side to kill Gus. I ran over those gang-bangers. I killed Emilio and Krazy 8. Why? I did all of those things to try to save your life as much as mine. Only you're too stupid to know it...Jesse...Jesse!...Jesse, talk to me...Jesse! Jesse, I didn't hang up. Jesse!

*Gomez approaches Walt while Hank walks over to cuff him. Hank lifts him off the ground and turns him around. Gomez hands Hank his shotgun and pats Walt down*

Hank: How'd you like my barrel photo, huh? Took it in the backyard by the barbecue grill? You know, where we used to cookout with the family. Gomie, here, thought the dirt might not match, but me, I bet your greedy ass would be so worked up with the prospect of losing your cash that you wouldn't catch it. Looks like I was right.

Gomez: He's clean.

Jesse: Yo, I remember this place. It's the very first place we cooked, like, ever. It is. Isn't it?

Hank: Hey, let's say you save us the busywork, Walt? Point out the spot where you buried your money. No? No matter. I'll get a search team out here. We'll find it. *to Gomez* Agent Gomez. Should we flip a coin for the honors?

Gomez: No way, man, it's all yours.

Hank: Walter White. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney and have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you at the government's expense. Do you understand these rights as I just recited them to you?

Walt: *to Jesse* Coward.

*Jesse walks over to Walt and spits in his face. Walt charges at Jesse and pins him against the SUV*

Hank: Get over here! Get in the truck will ya! *to Gomez* Put him in the car!

Jesse: Come on!

Hank: Get in the car. Hurry up, get in.

Gomez: Get in the car, kid! Come on!

*Jesse gets into Walt's car*

Hank: I'll take him down for booking, okay? I think you should stay here until I come back with a search team.

Gomez: You got it.

Hank: I'd take the kid with me, but they'd probably kill each other on the way.

Gomez: Congratulations, buddy.

Hank: Hey.

*Hank shakes Gomez's hand*

Hank: I'll call the tribal police on the way out, let them know we're here. I'm gonna go make a phone call.

*Hank takes out his cell phone and makes a call. Marie opens up the garbage can and looks at the brains in disgust. Her phone rings*

Marie: Hank? Why is there what looks like brains in our garbage can?

Hank: Hey, baby. I got him. Dead to rights.

Marie: You got Walt?

Hank: Yeah. I got him handcuffed as we speak. Want me to wave to him for ya?

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